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In Nelson-not-Nelson with N***
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- Written by: Rod Boyle
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I'm in Nelson-Not-Nelson with N***, not Nelson in that it's somewhere outside Nelson, maybe Proctor or Harrup, only it's Nelson. And it's not in BC, it's a lot closer to Calgary, closer to Cochrane where N*** lived, only in a different direction, close around Calgary, anyways...
...we're walking down Baker Street, it's a beautiful late summer or fall evening, popping into shops, when we notice a parade of costumes coming down the street, Halloween costumes, and I'm wondering what's up, it's not Halloween yet, and I turn to ask somebody on a corner beside me what's going on when I see that he's wearing a too-small kid's Halloween costume as well, a skeleton or something, and I remember they do this here at the end of every month...
The parade, it's so charming, everyone all dressed up, and I dart into the street to take some pictures, only every time I go to snap a photo I get on my phone a message telling me that I can't, prompting me, warning me instead to download the video instead from the internet, only it's showing me Disney videos, silly animations, and telling me that I'm violating their copyright, although my photos are nothing like their videos...
She's (N***'s) telling me how much she likes this town, and I tell her, of course, that's why I live here, it's a beautiful, cool place, and she could have lived here too, it's not so far away from Calgary, from where she lives...
She gives me a ride home, an old apartment building, we go inside, climb up the stairs to the top floor, outside my door there's a heap of brand new white sneakers, piles, all sizes, and all the neighbors are there watching me, they donated them for me, sort of a welcome-to-the building present, and I thank them, there's got to be a dozen or two dozen pairs easy, and one of the neighbors ask if I'm going to use them all and I tell her no, help herself...
Into the apartment, old apartment, all my stuff is in the hall, and N*** is helping me unpack, bring stuff inside, I got boxes full of clothes, neckties, after the first load I get back into the hall and almost all of the sneakers have disappeared, the neighbor that asked, she took them all, and I'm a bit annoyed as I wouldn't have minded a few pairs to give away, and a good friend is there (*?? Who?) saying "you wouldn't have worn donated sneakers anyways.....".
I go outside to get some more clothes, belongings, at the door there's a bag of sugar, overturned, a bit of it spilled in the hall, and I'm annoyed, I look, see my son, much younger, and he apologizes and I berate him, he's done this before, I'm annoyed all out of proportion with the slightness of the misadventure, and he starts to bleed from his nose, don't know what happened, and I feel bad for berating him, but I've a right to be annoyed as well...
In the kitchen there are voices, N***, the neighbors, helping me unpack...
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Note: Strange dream, longer than most, more complicated. After I wrote down I went back to bed and had a couple more - 1 with N***, the other - I think - without, but I didn't get up to write them down and so they're now forgotten.
2 Dreams of Underground Places
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Most of my dreams have been boring, nonetheless here are 2 I had on consecutive nights.
The First: I'm in a dim but comfortably lit classroom at a university, windows look outside, it's night-time. There are about 20 of us, we're all spaced about 4 feet apart, digging holes in the floor, the earth is a beautiful reddish color. Maybe we're all students, I don't know. We all take a break, and leaving the classroom I notice a bunch of beautiful, golden-yellow antique bottles and inkwells on a table, I ask about them, and one of the students directs me towards a couple of the other students - their hole, it's a lot deeper than mine, and I'm wondering about it for a moment at first, I fancy myself pretty good at digging holes, but then I consider that there's 2 of them digging together, - still ...
...I want to ask them where they found the bottles, maybe they dug them out of their hole? But they've already left...
...I find an exit to outside, dark, across the main road there's a 24 hour convenience store, I go over to buy (???) but when I get there I've forgotten why I came, it's too bright in here, and I leave...
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The Second: I'm driving into Alberta from Saskatchewan, central Alberta, and a few ghost towns in I decide to stop in an old town that had a field on the outskirts that I wanted to walk and look for artifacts in. Drive through the town, a few old buildings, turn off on a sidestreet and drive past the last house onto a range road, this is the field...
...through a large hedge, and then stop, there's a fissure or ravine in the earth on the edge, and looking into it I can see a brightly lit library, ancient columns and arches beneath the field, it's a ceiling of sorts to this subterranean labyrinth, and I stop with my friends (?? Who? Not sure) to snap some pictures, but taking pictures, aiming into the ground, I can't fit it all in, and just before we can descend into it we're surrounded by hordes of people, all coming to the library...
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2 Dreams, similar themes...
The Regifted Xmas
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It took a while to open all the packages from Batshit I got for Xmas. There was a lot, and began to weigh upon my mind, bundles of scrolls to be deciphered, interpreted, bags of partially wrapped (and consumed) food, finally, over a couple of days I managed to open them all.
Scrolls, abundant, treasure maps, more drop-offs I was expected to deliver, mixed media, some more pornography but a surprising amount of non-pornography as well.
Boxes of unopened chocolate, licorice, regifted, as it were, from his overly abundant Xmas, half-eaten biscuits and crackers, I was too sick to listen when last I saw him but he was telling me the tale of how he has a 25 year old color printer, Canon, that does an excellent job of printing off $20.00 bills, and here he cracked his wallet open to show me all the supposed counterfeiting he had been up to, but it was bullshit, all of it, and my patience left me when the Flu started. But - just from the stuff he was regifting - you knew he was doing well. A brand new bar of soap, one of the fancy ones, and while I was pretty sure his hosts would have wanted him to use it I was also pretty sure if they got a whiff of me they'd agree I could use it as well...an abandoned work glove with provenance written upon it,
Ornamented children's books - Saint Stormy (himself) &
Litnin Rod - Me...
And - the glove used by Renee Russo for making toasted cheese sandwiches. As well as various instructions and invitations to the Royal Wedding to be passed off to various invitees...
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